Where have you been,
when the echos of your name
have been replaying in my head?
Where have you been,
when I've been caught up
by the whirlpool of emotions
I've been drowning in?
Where have you been,
when the cacophony
of my own subconscious thoughts
were laughing at me–at my gullibility–
while my heart was pleading
for you to stay?
Where have you been?
I needed you.
Where have you been?
~L.Y
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Bleeding Poetry
PoetryOur hearts bleed poetry when we fail to speak. So we bleed our emotions on to paper, in the form of words. Our deepest emotions spilled out on a single page and for a moment all we do is feel.
